Little Lucky Boy

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Little Lucky Boy,
Ran without seeing,
open wounds remained,
unnoticed,
gazing only inward,
the awakening came hard.

He wore his crown of borrowed gold,
mirrors praised him every day,
voices calling from the shadows
slowly faded, slipped away.
Hands that reached were left unanswered,
promises fell into dust,
Warnings mistaken for envy,
his path, the only one he trusts.

Now silence speaks in heavy tones,
crawls over him slowly,
echoes of a love once near,
truth arrives without permission,
so loud and clear.

Oh, Little Lucky Boy,
just awakened,
trust is not a toy,
love is so precious.

Little Lucky Boy,
realized too late,
souls are fragile,
if you don't pay attention to them,
then love turns to hate.

Night by night he counts the moments
where he chose himself alone,
every laugh he took for granted
now returns as broken stone.
In her eyes he sees the answers
he was never brave to hear,
what he called his independence
was the birthplace of his fear.

Hands are shaking, words are failing,
but the truth stands bare and raw,
no excuses left to offer,
only guilt and fragile hope.

Oh, Little Lucky Boy,
just awakened,
trust is not a toy,
love is so precious.

Little Lucky Boy,
realized too late,
souls are fragile,
if you don't pay attention to them, love turns to hate.

I was blind while I was winning,
deaf while hearts were torn apart,
I thought love would wait forever,
didn’t know it breaks so hard.
If your soul still hears my whisper,
if the door’s not closed for good,
I will walk this road in ashes,
learn to love the way I should.

Oh, Little Lucky Boy,
now you see it,
every scar has a voice,
every silence speaks of something.

Little Lucky Boy,
on his knees he prays,
souls can heal slowly,
if love is guided, not betrayed.

Morning comes with softer colors,
not forgiveness, not the end,
just a chance to tend the damage,
be a lover, not a king.
Little Lucky Boy keeps walking,
eyes now open, heart unsure,
knowing love is not possession,
but the courage to endure.

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Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. Little Lucky Boy, Ran without seeing, open wounds remained, unnoticed, gazing only inward, the awakening came hard. He wore his crown of borrowed gold, mirrors praised him every day, voices calling from the shadows slowly faded, slipped away. Hands that reached were left unanswered, promises fell into dust, Warnings mistaken for envy, his path, the only one he trusts. Now silence speaks in heavy tones, crawls over him slowly, echoes of a love once near, truth arrives without permission, so loud and clear. Oh, Little Lucky Boy, just awakened, trust is not a toy, love is so precious. Little Lucky Boy, realized too late, souls are fragile, if you don't pay attention to them, then love turns to hate. Night by night he counts the moments where he chose himself alone, every laugh he took for granted now returns as broken stone. In her eyes he sees the answers he was never brave to hear, what he called his independence was the birthplace of his fear. Hands are shaking, words are failing, but the truth stands bare and raw, no excuses left to offer, only guilt and fragile hope. Oh, Little Lucky Boy, just awakened, trust is not a toy, love is so precious. Little Lucky Boy, realized too late, souls are fragile, if you don't pay attention to them, love turns to hate. I was blind while I was winning, deaf while hearts were torn apart, I thought love would wait forever, didn’t know it breaks so hard. If your soul still hears my whisper, if the door’s not closed for good, I will walk this road in ashes, learn to love the way I should. Oh, Little Lucky Boy, now you see it, every scar has a voice, every silence speaks of something. Little Lucky Boy, on his knees he prays, souls can heal slowly, if love is guided, not betrayed. Morning comes with softer colors, not forgiveness, not the end, just a chance to tend the damage, be a lover, not a king. Little Lucky Boy keeps walking, eyes now open, heart unsure, knowing love is not possession, but the courage to endure.

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